I got some good news from Cory Glen... his journal is only temporarily offline, he'll be back.

I couldn't stay up last night past about 01:00, so I wimped out and went to bed. Lacee was sleeping with Karen, so I carted her out to the sofa and she spent the rest of the night there. She is getting very used to sleeping with Karen. Saturday night, the first night that I didn't work, she came to me in the computer room about bedtime.

"Grampa, could you sleep on the sofa tonight?"

Me: "No, I don't think so, Lacee. I want to sleep in my own bed with Grandma."

"But Grampa! You're not afraid of sleeping alone, are you?"

Her little mind is going all of the time, aimed, of course, towards her own selfish needs. And so is mine, aimed towards mine. I won this time. She knows how to work me with flattery, but right now, she's just too transparent. I have the feeling that she will get more subtle as she ages, though...

She was not at all upset that she lost this time; she appears to have just been doing it as an exercise, a learning experience, where the outcome is already known before she starts playing. She plays anyway, because she likes the game and, occasionally, she wins.

So, I got up about 08:00. This bodes ill for any attempts at a nap later; I've got enough sleep to see me through for twelve hours. I think that I've been able to come to another conclusion about sleeping: it's not how long I've slept before, but how long I've been up, that influences both the chances of sleeping and the quality of my sleep. As usual, this is not fair, and I've come to expect fairness from the world.

(right!)

It is a cold, cloudy day here, much like yesterday. I have been ignoring the weather lately, it hasn't seemed to be of much consequence to me; that is soon gonna change, because our hot tub will be fixed by this weekend. I hadn't realized how much I'd missed it until the repair job got closer, and now I'm really looking forward to it.

17:02... and I guess I was wrong a couple of paragraphs ago; I did get a nap in, but I woke up with a pounding headache. Hopefully ibuprophin will take care of it.

Karen, Kim and the kids aren't home yet, and the house feels empty. When they get here, it will feel too full. The kids have really been wound up lately, probably because of the situation in general. I had a short talk with them last night about minding their mom and grandma, I'm not sure that it had any effect at all.

Work. I'm not looking forward to getting back into it like I usually am. The weekend was too short, and I feel like laying around for a couple of days. O'well, this too shall pass. I'm sure that I'll feel differently when I get there.

Income taxes: I think that I've got all of the stuff I need to do them. A few other guys at work and I are splitting the cost of Turbo-tax, so I'll have to wait my turn for it, but I'm not in any hurry, really. I don't think that we'll get much back this year.

I've been watching the CNN coverage of the Texas execution; I got an email from JD saying that Tyler and some of his friends were down there at the prison in the crowd. I saw several people who could've been Tyler on-screen during the crowd shots.

For those of you who were watching, I've got a different take on the cheering: (when the execution was announced) the justice system has triumphed, even over the efforts of Falwell. And that is indeed something to cheer about. The woman dying was sad, as all deaths are sad.

If the justice system were swifter, though, we wouldn't have any of these xians being born again... there wouldn't be time.

I'm off to shower and get to work now...